Still in the Fight
Bleeding like a fething stuck grox.
First fight and I’m already out…
No, not out – I can still shoot half decent.
My arm is… Broken? Maybe, don’t think so –
Body dumped a truckload of adrenaline into me, faster than it can leak out.
Are the Orks shooting bricks? Felt like a train rammed me.
THRONE it gakking hurts. My arm would be free from my body were it not for my plate. And I’d be free from this demented existence.
I’m still in the fight… I can hear Atropes and Thran somewhere in the underbrush, firing away.
Atroped be damned for dragging us into this shitstorm.
No sight of Oliat and the runt, nor the mad Kriegsmen. I can hear the chainblade. Hopefully not Oliat’s, or we’re gakked.
These are no Ork warriors. Rejects from the larger warbands, scavengers. Hoping they can loot our bodies and bargain for entry. Still… huge fethwipes with brick shooting guns.
They’re stupid, not enough brain matter for tactical acumen.
Don’t need much wits to just wipe us out with their apparently endless supply of ammo, though…
Throne, is this it? No, not yet… I’ve still got power packs with juice in ‘em.
I am still in the fight.
Trooper Hast
Blender + Photoshop
Used the excellent Miserable Armory lasgun STL as a base.
The Emperor Protects.
